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is silence the peace—
or serenity or happiness?
is it the warmth from the hands
that love has intertwined?
is it a white flag being raised?
or at throne being praised?
or is it the golden hue of the glory
rising up from the east?
is it a reality that someone has prayed?
with tears vaporizing flying to the
atmosphere?
is it a young petal patching up the
tapestry that has shreded?
or a rainbow filling a void of the
cosmos where i'm seated?
everyone is leaving to search
for a taste of its definition
some lay down the verdure in
the blissful spring season
some went to the shore to wait for
the comeback of its waves
some waits for the moon to
uncover its, if it has, silhouette
some tried to score over fate and
were falling from their grace
my questions weren't helping yet were
blocking and messing the maze
is there any currency that it could
be compensated?
or maybe it does run away swiftly
as we go further in age?
if there are chaos, will there
be peace?
or if there are no chaos, will
peace never leave?Estl. 01-10-24
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Poems and Prose and Girlhood
PoesíaA gallimaufry of poetry and prose arose throughout my girlhood.